Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.
Second, "Summer Drought and Hot Summer" Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.
People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.
Third, "cool" the Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan.
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Four, Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, chased the cool in summer nights.
The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.
Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
Fifth, Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Summer in the South Pavilion"
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
Sixth, "Xiayi" Song Dynasty poet Su Shunqin.
Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cold all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
Seven, "Li Xiayi Shi Jing Judy" Wei Wuying
After reading the incense in a different order, you will be very tired.
Summer wood has turned cloudy, and the public door is quiet during the day.
Changfeng began to float in the pavilion, and Dieyun only spat.
Sit away from the crowd and cherish the scenery.
Eight, "Long Xia Shan Ju Ke Yun" Wen Tianxiang
Returning to the Spring Stone Kingdom, the sun and the moon are flowing.
The air is heavy and deep in summer, and it is everywhere in spring.
The poor song is dark, and the light drink wins the red skirt.
A string of sounds is good, and the human wind is relieved.
Nine, "Long Summer" Song Fang Hui
My home is facing Ziyang Mountain, so it is advisable to add several rooms to the south.
100 years old is over eight years old, you just need to be idle.
Long Xia's poem 2 "Long Xia"
The poet said, "My thoughts are far away, where there is a bright fire."
People often have a beautiful vision for the distance, which symbolizes hope and breeds success. -prequel
Another storm.
Fall to the ground impartially
Looking at my hometown affectionately
Catkins are flying all over the sky, and there is a beloved old woman.
Suddenly it began to rain, and the wind was as fast as frost.
Where is she?
Dragging a tired body to work.
Or finally lie down and think of you in the distance
Looking for a ray of light in the distance
Have you ever looked back at her weather-beaten hands?
Today, breaking through the ground is powerful.
I can't stand the tenderness of looking back at the company.
Break everything in front of you and look in the mirror.
Facing her, we may feel ashamed.
Ten years of hard work.
A affectionate greeting, rotten in the child's stomach.
Long Xia's poem 3 "Long Xia"
So vivid
Like flowers in full bloom.
Like thunder, it's endless.
The turbulent fields set off blue waves.
The aggressive wheat awn stung the sun.
Do not disturb flowering, heading and grouting.
Chang Xia's emotional song
The persistence of pomegranate flowers is like a ever-burning lamp.
The gap in the night is full of melancholy, and I can't speak.
Loquat nectarine that occasionally wakes up from sleep
Hiding a little tired olive yawn
The process of maturity seems to be quite long.
Quiet as a stream measures every inch of time.
Such as oriole tactfully, rape blossoms.
Fall from the strings of the weaver girl
Like stars, like inspiration, like hope, like poetry.
Full of metaphors, quiet and noble.
It is the sky of childhood.
Long Xia's poem 4 "There was a heavy rain in long Xia".
All summer crops
My father took care of me all spring.
Gradually approaching maturity
Wheat has beautiful petals.
Expecting grouting
Rape flowers are everywhere.
Lower your noble head shyly.
Longing for a rain.
All rice seedlings
It's time to sow.
Various planting methods carefully designed by my mother
Will soon go up in smoke
Those spring crops that have been planted.
Calling for the intimate contact of some raindrops.
Father's rich field management level
Being tested.
If it doesn't rain in the long summer, we will plant wheat.
This proverb has been handed down from generation to generation.
Makes my father fidgety.
worry
The feeling of life
Worried about fate
grow with each passing day
It doesn't rain in long summer.
This vivid proverb keeps saying.
Let mom feel lost.
sigh
The feeling of a day
The helplessness of the years
Gradually heavy
heavy rain
The long summer rain keeps falling.
Hats and hemp fibers
Covered the thin figure of parents.
But you can't stop a scene.
Vivid and touching labor scene
Coming soon
See summer in long summer.
good harvest
In front of their parents
Emerge gradually
Gradually clear
Long Xia's poem 5 "Written in Long Xia"
The wind strung beads of rain.
With the best silk thread in spring
Climb over the fence
Wear it around your neck in summer.
Don't wait for love letters from cicadas far away.
Don't wait for the frog's promise.
Pick out peach blossoms in a hurry.
Busy mending the shadow of green leaves
Xia's wedding car is just outside the door.
Earthworms are not here to perform magic.
Break through the seams of the soil
Do as Romans do in Rome.
As young people grow up
Lift the veil of summer
Long Xia's poem 6 "Long Xia"
No cold spring, no mist.
The sun rises early.
Yang became a big girl.
Catkins are floating among the trees, shyly showing their love.
Pods, cotton and rape are all similar children in kindergarten.
Lively, lovely, whispering.
These days, I built the land in a hurry.
When playing under the leaves
This week, I wore a red shirt and white trousers.
Riding a bike is comfortable and commuting.
I will for the sound of some pheasants.
Slow down involuntarily
Deep in the ears of wheat
Pheasant's bedroom, I think it must be full of warmth.
Lively and playful
Full of vividness and love